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“Did she send the email?” Carmen asked.
“No,” said a voice from the doorway.
They turned.
Elena Ward stood in the entrance of the sitting room, raincoat folded over one arm, her face pale but calm.
No one spoke.
She looked first at Dr. Voss. “I’m sorry. The door was open.”
Then she looked at Rafael.
Her voice softened.
“Hello, Mr. Navarro.”
Rafael stood as continue reading …
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